Heat Waves (8 page)

Cole pushed his hand into the cooling box and
pulled out an ice cube, which he pressed on the inside on Vicki’s
thigh, gliding it up closer to her pussy, leaving a water trail as
it progressed towards it destination. She flinched and whined as
the cold solid substance moved over her hot flesh, but groaned in
surprise when Cole rubbed the ice over her swollen clit.

Damn, she looks so beautiful when she
writhes helpless before me
, he thought, watching her struggle
against the chilly sensation upon her hot sex when, just then, he
pushed the cube inside her. Her hips bucked and she squirmed like a
fish out of water, fighting the strange feel of the ice cube
cooling her insides, her nails almost pierced the leather of the
seats as they dug in from her powerful grip.

Cole let out a wicked chuckle, but soon
stopped when Vicki’s eyes opened and latched with his. Deep-rooted
desire misted within those sea blue sapphires, and with that one
promiscuous look, he felt all control slip from him. The willpower
he had managed to sustain up to now had gone within seconds, and he
needed to feel the warmth of her body wrapped around his. He rolled
his t-shirt off over his head, showing her that powerful, masculine
body of his once more. He felt her eyes studying him as he stripped
free of his jeans and briefs, and pressed his taut frame to
hers.

His achingly stiff, hard cock pressed to the
entrance of her sex, lingering there, teasing both himself and
Vicki, as he relished in the feeling her smooth, sensual body
pushed against his.

“Take me, Cole. Fuck me like there’s no
tomorrow,” she murmured against his lips.

Her words broke him. He pushed himself slowly
into her tight, hot cunt, taking pleasure in the feeling of her
enveloping his large, rigid cock. He stopped for a moment once he
was fully inside, to let the surreality of his current situation
sink it. His fingers coiled into her fiery hair, his teeth found
the tender flesh at her neck, and he bit down hard, causing Vicki
to squeal from the searing pain shooting through her, and Cole felt
her body tighten. The primal need he felt swarming throughout his
entire body pushed his power overboard, and he began to flex his
hips with a brutal force, pushing so hard in to her sex that she
flinched in pain.

Each plunge harder and fiercer than the one
before. Vicki’s moans grew in tone, the muscles in her belly
constricted, and Cole felt the effects of it clamping tightly
around his penis. The animal in him released as his fingers seized
a large clump of hair and yanked it, causing her to arch her back
and gasp desperately for air. Her body shivered and shook beneath
him, and Cole knew she was close, so close that he drove into her
pussy like a man possessed, deeper and harder, determined to make
her come like she’d never come before.

“Let it go, Vicki,” he hissed.

A frenzied need of pure animalistic desire
coursed to every corner of his body. He watched Vicki lose all
control from the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her hot,
tight body. She looked so beautiful surrendering to him, and he
could no longer suppress the need to explode, to release the sexual
tension that had been brewing inside him all day long.

Vicki grabbed him by the back of the head and
pulled his mouth to hers. Her kiss was vicious and filled with a
hungry need, growling and hissing into his mouth. She bit down hard
on his lip, and, as though it was a trigger to his groin, Cole
grunted and erupted, spilling his warm seed inside her.

“Don’t you love not knowing what will happen
next? Taking that risk and going with the flow?” she chuckled
breathlessly; as did Cole, just as he collapsed his sweat-slickened
body on top of hers.

Day had turned to night, and the last sliver
of sunlight disappeared into the ocean, and the ocean diminished
into the distance, as they drove away from the cliff edge. The air
had cooled somewhat, and the sound of the waves crashing on the
shore below them turned faint. They sat in silence as Vicki drove
them back to the bar where they had first meet earlier that day. It
wasn’t an uncomfortable silence; it was a calm, blissful quietness.
The dulcet sound of Portishead’s
“Glory Box”
played subtly
from the speakers, adding to the serene atmosphere surrounding
Vicki and Cole.

It had been most definitely an exciting,
fun-filled, and very eventful day for Cole, and, as they pulled up
outside the bar, he was hesitant to leave. He glanced up at the
building where, tomorrow, he would be back, once again, living that
empty lifestyle. However. Vicki saw the distant look of resignation
on his face and in his eyes.

“Just remember that life is a rollercoaster
sometimes, and then remember how much fun you can have on that
rollercoaster if you let yourself go once in a while. Take a
risk.”

She stretched across to the passenger seat
and planted a lingering kiss on his cheek, leaving behind a red
lipstick mark. “Take care, Cole,” she smiled, and an unwilling Cole
forced himself out of the car.

“Will I see you again?”

“Was that a question, Cole?” she asked, with
a lopsided smirk on her face. Vicki threw him one last wink before
she drove off, leaving Cole wondering what would happen next.

The End... or is it?

About
Carrie Anne Ward

Carrie Anne Ward grew up in the seaside resort
Clacton on sea in Essex, England, with her mum and two brothers
until she was 16 years old. She then moved with her mother to
Colchester (where she still lives to this day) and went on to study
Art and Design at the Colchester institute. However, after
recovering from the illness glandular fever, which meant she
couldn’t finish her degree, she went out into the world to become a
working class citizen and a glamour model on the side.

For many years she wrote stories in her spare time,
mostly horrors or supernatural, but never felt the passion to take
it further. Her love for literature at school didn’t, at that
point, over take her love of Art, but as she grew older her passion
in writing surpass any other desire she ever had.

Her passion for writing over the years grew
excessively (mostly erotica) and when BDSM erotic books took the
world by storm, she finally found the genre in which she wanted to
write about. So being a real submissive, Carrie decided to take the
experiences she has had and combined them with her imagination, to
create a story. So at the age of 33 she fulfilled her dream to
become a writer by releasing her debut novel A Taylor Made Student,
the first book of 3 from The Taylor Made Series.

Also by Carrie Anne Ward

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Throwing Caution to the Heat
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Rachel let out an excited laugh as she opened
the door to Bally's Hotel in Las Vegas and stepped inside. It was
her first trip to Sin City, and she was looking forward to it. Her
friends Jen and Tina had taken her there to celebrate her divorce.
It was a beautiful, hot summer day. Rachel had planned to have the
time of her life.

Rachel had married her high school
sweetheart, just after college. He was a lawyer and she was a
teacher. She had been happy, and dedicated to her wonderful
husband. Rachel had thought they would be together forever, until
she walked in early from work one day, and found him and his
secretary together in their bed. She was devastated. Rachel had
always wanted children, but he had kept telling her the time was
not right. She’d left him, and was all alone. He fought the
divorce, but she just wanted to be rid of him. Finally, as the
weeks turned to months, she gave in. Rachel gave him everything
except for her clothes and her car.

Her friends told her to keep fighting, but
she could not stand having to deal with him any longer. She could
not believe the man that she had loved, and dedicated her life to,
could hurt her so badly. He definitely was not the man she had
thought he was. Rachel vowed that she would never get serious with
another man. It hurt her so much, having to start her life over
again with nothing. They had both worked very hard, and she had
given it all up for her freedom from him. It hurt so bad to be
treated like that, but she was determined to have a good time with
her friends. From that moment on, her life would be filled with
unattached sex and fun. At thirty five years old, she was starting
over.

Rachel grabbed her friends, one on each arm,
and headed for the desk to check in. It was still early, and they
were happy that there was a room available. They got their room
keys and were on their way. They would only be in Vegas for one
night, and were going to take advantage of every moment. As they
put their stuff in the room, they grabbed out their swim wear and
hurried to change. The pool was going to be their first stop.

Tina had talked Rachel into getting a bikini
for the trip. Rachel had been nervous about it. She usually wore
one piece bathing suits. Her friend convinced her that she would
never see anyone from Vegas again. It was time for her to step it
up. Rachel was five feet nine inches tall. She had long, straight
brown hair, and blue eyes. Her long legs seemed to be one of her
best features, from what she had been told. Her ex-husband had
always liked her plump rear, and had told her she had perfect
curves. She felt confident in her figure. It just felt strange to
have so much skin exposed in her purple bikini.

Rachel was happy that her divorce was finally
over with, but she was also very nervous to get out into the dating
world. She had only ever really had one boyfriend, so her sexual
experience was pretty limited. The thought of dating or being naked
in front of a man made her nervous. If there was a place to put it
all out there and just do it, Vegas was that place. She wanted to
take advantage of the whole situation; the ‘What happens in Vegas,
stays in Vegas’ thing. Rachel figured it was best to be intimate
with a man on her trip. When she went home, she wouldn't be as
nervous about being intimate and dating. If she could just get past
her nerves and make it happen, she would be able to have a good
time.

Tina flung the door open to the pool
area.

“Let the fun begin,” she shouted.

Jen and Rachel shook their heads as they
walked behind her. Tina had always been the loudest and most
outgoing of the three. Rachel laughed, and threw her towel onto a
chair in the shade. Her two friends took the chairs next to hers.
The three ladies quickly got into the pool. They laughed and joked
and had a great time. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining,
and Rachel could feel the warmth on her skin. Summer was her
favorite season. She loved the hot Vegas weather.

Tina went up to the bar to get them each a
drink. Rachel looked up at the bar, and noticed a man with a laptop
sitting on a chair, looking over at them. He had sunglasses on, so
she could not tell exactly where he was looking. He couldn't have
been looking at her, could he? She did not move her eyes away from
him, as she tried to figure out if he was looking at her and her
friends. Finally, after a couple of minutes, he smiled. She laughed
and looked away. Rachel felt the nerves flutter in her belly. She
was usually pretty quiet and shy. Tina grabbed the drinks from the
bar and walked back toward the pool. The man got up from his chair,
walked to the bar, talked to the bartender, and then sat back down.
Rachel noticed the very nice looking man glance over again, and she
laughed. The three girls laughed and played around in the water,
while they drank their drinks. When they were done with the drinks,
they got out and relaxed back in their chairs.

“Rachel, it's your turn. Go up to the bar and
get us some drinks,” Tina said. “Make sure you pass by Mr. Hottie
up there. He has been checking you out the whole time.”

“Shut up,” Rachel scolded. “You don't have to
talk so loud.”

Tina laughed, and jokingly smacked Rachel on
the ass as she walked past her to the bar, where she ordered the
three drinks.

“The gentleman over there has paid for your
drinks,” the bartender said, as he pointed to the man that had
smiled at Rachel.

Rachel laughed. She picked up the drinks and
walked over to her friends. She told them that Mr. Hottie had
bought them each a drink. Tina turned and looked at the guy.